September 11, 2001 a Dirge
SEPTEMBER 2001, 9/11 New York
(Dedication: To Those Souls Who
Left Us So Abruptly That Day. RIP.)
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In crisp refrain:
Feel so much pain,
Loss felt again,
Tears in sure strains.
Fate hits the face:
In that sad place,
A tragic space,
Anchors odd grace.
The world awoke:
Watched terror yoke,
Huge fatal strokes,
In dying poke.
Yes mind still sees:
Madness set free,
Harsh tragedy,
News on TV.
Hijack of jets:
Terror did set,
Crash wrought dead bets,
Tears beyond wet.
So much of pain:
Now surge again,
A nightmare plain,
So many slain.
Such grim horror:
Tales of sorrow,
On the morrow,
Sad strokes borrow.
Our human tears:
Outbursts right here,
In fatal fears,
Drowning all cheer.
Pictures now flash:
Glimpses still dash,
That fatal crash,
Towers turned trash.
Terror strangles:
Burns and mangles,
Fear now shackles
Our mad tangles.
Here and now see:
Can love set free?
Can hurt hearts be
A kind story?
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2017
Singapore
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